25th Trial - Clover

[hot_mess_express]

It is a simple wood-floored room with an empty shrine on one wall. There are a few cushions to sit on, and the smell of incense and blood lingers in the air.

The sound of rain is heavy outside.

Comments

Round 2

[hot_mess_express]

Pick one of the other players to eat.

Decision

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Discussion

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Re: Discussion

[hot_mess_express]

[When you return to the room for the round, Dusk will find the hunger overwhelms him--he can't contain it any longer, he must eat something, someone, it doesn't matter who.]

Re: Discussion

[schrodingerscockroach]

[And back in here and it....it really]

[Really terrible. It was easier outside, especially with the fire. He could just be away from people and the fire could get in the way of the OTHER PEOPLE smell.]

[But now it's a confined space and the smell is THERE and present and there is that errant thought that living flesh didn't actually taste so bad, he could still remember it so clearly.]

[Kind of....collapsing to his knees, arms wrapped around him, falling so his head is pressed against the floor, breathing harsh and ragged.]

[He shouldn't-]

[He needs to-]

[He can't-]

[He HAS to-]

[featherbeaned]

[ Meri knows Danger when she sees it, and she stays as far as she can get it, arched and puffed up with her tail a defensive semi-circle around herself ]

Dusk?

[schrodingerscockroach]

[All she gets is ragged breathing in response. He's shaking violently, curling up tight, trying to fight it, to resist the urge, but he's so hungry and there's such a delicious smell, right there-]

[And the breathing starts turning into growling.]

[featherbeaned]

[ PUFFING INTENSIFIES ]

[ She growls right back at him, quiet but warning. ]

Dusk! [ It's more a bark than anything. ]

[schrodingerscockroach]

[And the growling is getting louder and a hand moves away from how he's curled up.]

[Except what slams into the ground isn't a hand, but a large, wicked claw as he starts to grow in size, horns and spikes starting to grow from his body.]